she called out a {warning}

[Brooklyn D'Angelo]

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OOC: SSWM - 476       Brooklyn was sleeping uneasily. There was trouble brewing, but where it came from, she couldn't tell. Part of her, not prone to such shows of drama and pretence, was sure that she was simply over-reacting. Lack of sleep and the way she had been forcing herself to leave the manor daily on some wild exploration were sure to tire her out. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. The white male had been curiously absent from her dreams and instead of calming her and making her think that she hadn't somehow lost her mind, Brooklyn was sure that something had made him run away. She tried recalling the past few nights and everything that she had dreamt. Abandoned homes, long empty corridors, the feeling of helplessness. She dreamt she was chasing her ghost wolf, trying to find him and ask him questions, trying hard to find him, so desperately hard. Her blue eyes were brimming with tears and as Savina's call rang out, she hastily wiped them away. Foolish child. There were bigger things afoot than some silly ghost and as Brooklyn got up from the windowsill and shook herself, she could feel herself straightening, her resolve hardening. Whatever the pack needed, she would provide it. Opening the door, it was obvious that she hadn't been alone in the mansion. The sound of running was clear and she herself bounded down the stairs, her hands reaching out to pull her hair back into a ponytail. The fringe was such a nuisance and it was almost bittersweet to think that, in such a time of need, her greatest worry was her fringe. The white girl paused by the door, surveying the room: Savina, standing with her back to a roaring fire, then a girl she hadn't seen before, her sister Mati and her mother Anu, another unknown Dreamer, Cambria, looking bigger every day and finally Colibri, the shy female who had accompanied the pack on the hunt. Brooklyn gave them each a nod and a smile before sitting on one of the couches, slowly pulling her long legs under her. It was pretty obvious that whatever Savina needed to tell them, it was urgent. The black female seemed worried and Brooklyn's heart filled with concern. What was going on? What was so bad that Savina was fretting enough to call a meeting? Ever since Naniko had felt, for the first time, the girl felt remorse for treating everyone so badly. Especially Savina, who had never deserved it. Stealing a glance at Cambria, she resolved to get to know the girl better. She'd been an innocent victim, too. In a way, they'd all been. Hello, everyone, she said softly, barely above a whisper. Brooklyn turned her attention back to the leader and waited. Whatever came next, she would be ready for it.

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